- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Fearsome Experience!
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Click hereTwas a stormy, dark night, dreary,
With lightning flashes, brightening.
I crept by, the cemetary,
With tombstones gleaming, frightening!
A mist, lay hovering, glowing,
As wind-blown branches, were moaning,
And brown grass breathed with a soughing,
From that darkness, came a groaning!
The glowing mists, began swirling,
And I stood, in abject terror!
I saw figures, twisting, twirling,
To move, became my endeavor!
As these shapes of creatures, came close,
My transfixed position, gave way.
As my heart-felt terror, arose,
My feet moved, and we ran away!!
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